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sexta-feira, 31 de outubro de 2014

Office Hours

By Rebecca Mead

The writer and social critic Bell Hooks lives in
Kentucky, where she is the Distinguished Professor in Residence of Appalachian
Studies at Berea College; but for many years she was a New Yorker, with an
apartment on Perry Street. She was back in the Village recently, serving as a
scholar-in-residence at the New School, and staying at the Jade Hotel, on West
Thirteenth Street. One corner of the hotel’s lobby became Hooks’s personal
fiefdom for the week; in her non-scheduled hours, she greeted guests, chatted
with friends, received supplicants. On Tuesday evening, Hooks was joined in the
lobby by a clutch of eager young students. “The New School students are so
cute,” Hooks said. “I’m wondering if you have to be attractive to get in. I
like cute, because I think I’m
cute.”

She was about to engage in a public conversation with Laverne Cox, the
actress and transgender advocate, who plays Sophia Burset on “Orange Is the New
Black” and was recently featured on the cover of Time. Hooks is a fan of Cox, who arrived at the
Jade in sweats (she had just flown in from L.A.) and full hair and makeup.
“You’ve been hard-core travelling,” Hooks said, with admiration. “Is it for the
fame, or is it for the money?”

“I’m still trying to get out of student debt,” Cox said, sitting
opposite Hooks. It was the first meeting between the two, and Hooks cast around
for subjects that would not encroach upon their onstage conversation. “We could
talk about my sex life, which is nonexistent,” Hooks offered. Someone suggested
that Hooks try Tinder. Hooks, who does not text or use e-mail, demurred. “Why aren’t you online?” Cox asked.
“Clutter,” Hooks said. “Life is cluttered enough already.”

Hooks had just come from a seminar entitled “Transgression: Whose Booty
Is This?” She said, “Pussies are out. It’s bootylicious all the way.” Cox
agreed. “It is the age of the ass,” she said. “Booty as cultural metaphor is
really interesting. J. Lo made the ass a thing fifteen years ago, and now we
have issues of ass appropriation.”

“I have had an ironing-board butt all my life, so I never came into the
drooling-over-the-ass thing,” Hooks said. She had just celebrated her
sixty-second birthday. “This aging thing is a bitch—can I tell you?” she said.

“Is that Libra?” Cox said, before catching herself. “Maybe you’re not
into astrology.”

“Oh, I’m into psychics, telepathics, you name it,” Hooks said. “All the
paranormal world is very interesting to me.” She asked whether Cox reveals her
age. “I do not,” Cox said, coyly. “My official age is ‘over twenty-one.’ ”

A student asked the women how they feel about catcalling—“I feel bad, no
one will catcall me,” Hooks said—and another inquired what Cox does for fun.
“Karaoke,” Cox replied. “It’s so cathartic. I get together with my girlfriends
and we go and rent a private room. But I don’t get to just hang out much
anymore.” Hooks nodded sympathetically. “The last time I was with Oprah, she
told me, ‘You don’t understand—everywhere I go it’s a parade,’ ” Hooks
said. “As a dissident intellectual, I don’t get that.”

Gloria Steinem had been Hooks’s conversational partner the evening
before. “Did you see Gloria Steinem on ‘The Good Wife’?” she asked Cox, before
admitting that she had no idea what “The Good Wife” is. “It’s a show that
problematizes the thing of standing by your man,” Cox said. “For several
seasons?” Hooks said, with a note of incredulity.

A student asked what Cox and Hooks had been reading. “Lately, I’ve been
reading Bell Hooks,” said Cox, who added that she was writing her own book, her
first. “It’s a memoir,” she said, with the accent on the second syllable. “I love memoirs,” Hooks said. “I
love reading about people’s lives. No doubt we’ll figure out your age in it.”

There was an hour to go before the event, and Hooks pronounced herself
hungry: she suggested getting a curry. Cox said that she’d just have a
PaleoBar. “That is so fucking disgusting,” Hooks said. “I had a hot-fudge
sundae at the Noho Star for breakfast.”

“For breakfast?” Cox said. “You are a girl after my own heart.” Before
departing in search of curry, the two posed for photographs, arms around each
other’s waist, heads tilted together. “Tit to tit,” Hooks said. “Don’t talk!”
reprimanded Stephanie Troutman, an assistant professor of leadership and
education studies at Appalachian State University, who was serving as
photographer. “Don’t talk?” Hooks
scoffed. “Don’t live.” ♦

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